Screaming into the void

Leaving Thisbee alone made the rogue nervous, he didn’t want to leave her- not after just being reunited with her and especially since they had lost her mother recently. She was all he had, but the need to fill their bellies with more than small doves drove him to hunt larger game. None of which was on the bird island. Thus, he had made the swim to a large island with a peak in its center. While he prowled through the dense jungle in search of larger game, he caught the scent of a female in heat. Instinct caused him to stop in his tracks; head turning in the direction the scent came from, ears going forward.

Follow it. Instinct would tell him. Yet, he hesitated. Relenting, he finally moved in the direction the scent came from. He would eventually find the female and again he would stop. Morals and sorrow would fight against instinct. This was not his mate. Yet, they looked so similar. It wouldn’t be hard to convince himself, but finally Razik would shake his head roughly. This was not Dahlia. Dahlia was dead, because of him. A heavy sigh would release his caught breath as he moved forward. “Aren’t you worried about being taken advantage of?” He voiced, hoping not to startle the black and white she-wolf. To further show he was no threat, he would stop several feet away, reclining back onto his haunches in a sitting position. He would mind his manners.